Recently I shaved my beard down to just a mustache, and after a month or so, shaved that down to a thinner mustache. A day later, I realized that wasn't working for me, and shaved my face naked. At work today, a woman in her mid-forties (who I've never spoken to before) said to me in passing, "You shaved your mustache." Caught off guard, I fumbled towards finally saying something like, "Yeah, I messed up on the mustache and had to shave it off."
I shouldn't have been surprised. If I learned one thing this past month, it's that older women love the mustache. I think it reminds them of a time when polyester shirts were hip, men had chest hair, and these women did close to their weight in jagermeister and poppers on a semi-regular basis. Those were the times...
But tonight, meeting up with some friends, I almost wasn't let into a bar because my driver's license was thought to be fake. The guy looked at it, looked at me, held my license up, and finally said, "Uh, I'll accept it." Granted, I do look different in my license photo than I do now. I didn't think going from looking like a lumberjack in my photo to my current appearance of a cherub made me that unrecognizable. But I made my own bed when I had my photo taken looking like I did. So the only logical conclusion is to grow my beard back. Or get a second ID, in which I'm clean shaven, but I think that's illegal. Best to play it safe (and manly).
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